Rachel, pulled off Monday at a truck stop in Tucson, texted Vic, "that she would be back in Kansas City on Friday," and was, "horny as hell and needed a good fucking. Let's get together this weekend at the Roadside Motel."
Rachel, an over-the-road truck driver, met Vic a few years back when she was home for a long labor day weekend. A forty-year-old divorced, former waitress, they had a no-strings-attached relationship. On the road, most days of the month, she didn't have time to date and have a relationship.
She liked the way he ate her pussy and would fuck him at cheap motels when she was home. Vic would rent her a room for the weekend. This way, she didn't have to rent an apartment. This worked well for forty-nine-year-old Vic, who was married and just wanted a girl to fuck on the side occasionally. It was a win-win for both of them.
Vic went out on his lunch break on Friday afternoon and rented a room for Rachel for the weekend and charged it to his credit card.
He then texted her, "that he had left a little surprise for her on the bed and that she should wear it when he arrived tonight around seven o'clock."
She then texted him back, "that her cunt was sopping wet and she couldn't wait for him to eat it!"
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Vic's wife Charlotte noticed Vic's cheating several months ago when she found text messages between Vic and Rachel. She had been checking Vic's phone lately and found out about their meeting on Friday. This was not the first time that Vic had cheated in their twenty-five-year marriage, but it was going to be the last.
Charlotte, born and raised in Blue Springs, Missouri, a town about 25 miles outside Kansas City, was the daughter of a local politician and real estate baron George Lombard. George had built a substantial fortune speculating on real estate and owned nearly half of Blue Springs. He became involved in local politics and was one of the movers and shakers in the area.
Charlotte, heavy set and unattractive, was the only daughter of George and lived off a trust worth over 50 million dollars. When playboy Vic married Charlotte, many speculated that it was for her money and not her looks.
Charlotte, fed up with Vic's cheating, approached George and told him she needed his help in getting a divorce from Vic.
"Daddy, I can't take it anymore. It's embarrassing, people around town are beginning to know." she cried and pleaded.
"If you divorce him, he's going to get half of your trust, even though he's been cheating. But I think there's another way to get rid of him," he told her.
"I don't care. Whatever it takes, I'm just so embarrassed and pissed. Do what you have to do!" she said.
With that, George made a phone call to Chuck, George's 'Handyman'. Whenever George needed a problem to go away, he called Chuck.
"Chuck, we've got a problem. I need your help in making it go away," George said.
"No problem sir, let's meet tomorrow at our usual place and discuss it." Chuck answered.
George and Chuck never discussed business on the phone, always in person, and always in a discreet location. The next day, the two met.
"Chuck, Vic has become a problem. We need to get rid of him, but we don't want it to look suspicious." George said.
"Okay, sir, I'll take care of it. It's going to be $100,000. I may have to hire a few guys to help." Chuck answered.
"$100,000 is no problem, I'll get it to you tomorrow and Charlotte told me from reading text messages on Vic's phone that he's meeting a girl at the Roadside Motel on Route 74 this Friday. That may be a good opportunity to take care of the problem." George said.
"Okay, sir, I'll take care of it," Chuck answered.
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Vic arrived at the motel on Friday at seven o'clock and knocked on the door. Rachel opened the door wearing the outfit he had bought her, a black and pink silk nightgown with black stockings. She was about 5'2", a little chubby, had nice big tits, thick thighs, and a nice fat ass.
